"Like.. bedroom." He said softly.
"I’ll think about it."
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"Like.. bedroom." He said softly.
"I’ll think about it."
"Hey Claire. We should.. get out of here. If you know what I mean."
"Where do you mean exactly?”
Δ (cause why the fuck not)
Send me a Δ if you’d fuck me
"What? No dinner and a movie?"
♦
{Yeah, we can definitely RP if you want! <3}
♥
Send me a ‘♥’ if you would like to fuck my muse.
"You’re definitely underage."
Claire/Tom
Domesticity Meme (Claire/Tom):
who cooks normally?: Claire
how often do they fight?: A lot, but it’s not personal that much
what do they do when they’re away from each other?: Claire has to go work on council events, whilst Tom talks to his friends and has a drink or two
nicknames for each other?: Lover boy & Thomas, Claire doesn’t have one
who is more likely to pay for dinner?: They share equally
who steals the covers at night?: Tom
what would they get each other for gifts?: Claire would give him video games and he’d get her more clothes
who remembers things?: Claire
who cusses more?: Tom all the way
what would they do if the other one was hurt?: Claire would bust a fuse and beat them ti’ll they started bawling, Tom would ruin their life
who kissed who first?: Claire
who made the first move?: Tom technically
who started the relationship?: Tom
★☆▲☼✪◎☾♪
Claimed
A kiss
Claire stared in suspicion at Tom. He had something of hers, she knew it damn well. It was one of her books, they were chilling in her room weeks before. “Thomas Clawson! If you don’t tell me right now where you put it I will bear no boundaries.” She hissed, you could tell he looked frightened somewhat from the anger of hers.
"I’ll only tell you if you kiss me.” His words fell silent as she growled. All she desired was the book. The glorious book. Her parents had given her it as a farewell gift. She grabbed him by the collar and pushed their faces together. She let go after a minute. He gestured to the item in his right hand. She took it, without any warning she slapped him hard.
"Next time, don’t you dare take my things."